Conversing Continued
Who: Lelin, Mark
Where: Lelin's house
Invited: Private
When: July 1, just after In the Rain
Status: Incomplete
Note: As of 4/22, anyone following this not comfortable with guy/guy action may wish to stop reading.
Cold and wet is not a good way to be. Especially when the wind starts blowing as they get closer to Lelin's house. The feeling of chill sinks into his bones, making the stiffness in his left leg get worse. If he weren't still leaning on Mark, he'd be creeping along and only making the cold feeling worse. But as it stands, having someone else's body heat nearby makes walking barely tolerable.
The house is small, but the bright red paint job was probably applied in the days or weeks just prior to the wave. Le makes his way up the brick walkway, dying flowers lining both sides in thin strips next to a lawn that he forced himself to mow the other day. As the journalist unlocks the door with the key he'd found under a garden pot, it suddenly occurs to him that he never acknowledged Mark saying who he lost earlier.
"I'm sorry you lost someone too. Whatever plans you two had are gone now and I know how that feels." He pushes the door open, steps inside, and holds it open for Mark to follow him inside.
Inside is a very typical small town middle class living room. The couch has pet fur all over it, though Le has yet to find the cat it once belonged to, and there are picture frames hanging from the walls. All but one are empty now; the only other has a 3x5 snapshot of Lelin sitting in the lap of a taller Asian man with very long, bleached hair, caramel-colored eyes, and a lot of stage makeup on matching the black leather costume he's wearing.
Lelin smiles sadly when he looks at the picture, then turns so his back's to Mark,takes off all of his wet clothes slowly, drops them in a basket he found in the laundry room, and gestures at a pile of clothes on the couch. "There should be something that fits you. If this town has nothing else, it has a lot of things to wear." Once nude, he walks off in search of towels so they can dry off.
Where: Lelin's house
Invited: Private
When: July 1, just after In the Rain
Status: Incomplete
Note: As of 4/22, anyone following this not comfortable with guy/guy action may wish to stop reading.
Cold and wet is not a good way to be. Especially when the wind starts blowing as they get closer to Lelin's house. The feeling of chill sinks into his bones, making the stiffness in his left leg get worse. If he weren't still leaning on Mark, he'd be creeping along and only making the cold feeling worse. But as it stands, having someone else's body heat nearby makes walking barely tolerable.
The house is small, but the bright red paint job was probably applied in the days or weeks just prior to the wave. Le makes his way up the brick walkway, dying flowers lining both sides in thin strips next to a lawn that he forced himself to mow the other day. As the journalist unlocks the door with the key he'd found under a garden pot, it suddenly occurs to him that he never acknowledged Mark saying who he lost earlier.
"I'm sorry you lost someone too. Whatever plans you two had are gone now and I know how that feels." He pushes the door open, steps inside, and holds it open for Mark to follow him inside.
Inside is a very typical small town middle class living room. The couch has pet fur all over it, though Le has yet to find the cat it once belonged to, and there are picture frames hanging from the walls. All but one are empty now; the only other has a 3x5 snapshot of Lelin sitting in the lap of a taller Asian man with very long, bleached hair, caramel-colored eyes, and a lot of stage makeup on matching the black leather costume he's wearing.
Lelin smiles sadly when he looks at the picture, then turns so his back's to Mark,takes off all of his wet clothes slowly, drops them in a basket he found in the laundry room, and gestures at a pile of clothes on the couch. "There should be something that fits you. If this town has nothing else, it has a lot of things to wear." Once nude, he walks off in search of towels so they can dry off.